madimpossibledreamer

         Whelp walks out of the warehouse, covered in blood, dragging a metal chair and bat behind him. Not a single one of the demons behind Spike moves. He’d attack, but he’s curious about where this is going. Then the boy sits, legs splayed, casually rolling the baseball bat (blood still actually dripping) in one gloved hand. “Can’t wait ta see what happens now,” he announces, voice carrying, and then before Spike can even be on him he’s taking a bat to the ribs with enough force to crack every single one of them and the boy’s dancing out of reach.

         Akiyama just...shows up, for year 4 of Ye Olde Miyamoto Family Christmas. She doesn’t treat it like it’s strange, she doesn’t even comment on the fact she’s here, she just treats it like it’s normal. That’s probably the best approach, honestly, because that’s how half the things in Miyamoto-gumi happen, so while it briefly puts everyone on edge (some more than others), it’s quickly forgotten in the hustle and bustle of getting ready.
         Inoue nearly starts a fight with the Matriarch over the honor of cookie baking, until the Matriarch offers to serve as sous chef, and suddenly everyone’s treating the lieutenant of a different Family bossing around a Matriarch like that’s normal, too.
         She also begins a new ancient custom, and that would be Christmas Movie Night. Your average foreign Hallmark movie would probably result in someone getting stabbed, which is why it’s really intelligent that absolutely none of the movies as far as an internet research frenzy can tell even exist. She doesn’t bother to explain that, either, but that’s why it’s perfect for the Miyamoto, and she actually may or may not be seen smiling now and then. It always features at least one version of the Christmas Carol, and somehow despite there being at least fifteen different versions that actually exist, it’s always a new one. That doesn’t.
         The discussions are heated, but the only casualties there are those getting verbally eviscerated, so the Healers loudly declare them a runaway success.

It got a little melancholy and I couldn’t figure out how to end it because I knew Yakuza 5 is set after this, which kinda hurts worse. Even though this is melancholy, though, I think I got the hopeful tone I wanted, that even through further events it’s not all pain.

someone needs to do a yakuza pocket tissue run

Although you could probably argue that Kiryu is also a kleptomaniac because he collects the weirdest things.

         “Did you just tell your ladies that they’re not allowed to declare war on a game company?” Suna glances toward her husband, hyena’s grin only widening as she nods, patting Cordy on the back, trying to be reassuring.
         “Yeah, pretty sure we’d get tanks called on us if we marched up in war paint an’ the like. Not that I ain’t itchin’ to figure out who’d win in a fight ‘tween tanks ‘n me, but I ain’t gonna terrify a whole country to do it. ‘Sides, think there’s rules ‘bout ‘foreign investment’ or some such.”
         “But Ofukuro,” Inoue whines, trailing.